Running from the rain
Mostly white puffy clouds dotted the bright blue sky as I set out on my run today. The sun was shining, drawing out the verdant shades of the fields and hedges. Lush green grass poked out from the dark mud in the ditches. Dodging puddles from the morning’s showers, I made my loop past the Minster farm, Abbey and train station before heading through the village and out to Monkton. Deep green shoots announcing the close arrival of spring lined the road to Monkton, while polite drivers gave room to me.
I took the weather as a sign it may be getting to the point where deciding what to wear on my runs is going to be a bit of trial and error. Easily removed and carried layers are going to be the thing for me, as we near the transition between cold and warmer seasons. I debated removing my gloves and carrying them the rest of the way. I wondered if I would be able to leave my warm hat at home the next time.
And then, as if hearing my inner voice and scolding me for being too anxious for warmer times when it’s only February afterall, the sky began to spit at me. And so in my last mile and a half, I raced the rain home. I mostly won. The brief thundershower’s bark was worse than its bite. One flash of lightning, one long growl of thunder and it fizzled out. At least where I was. I looked across the fields and a huge wall of gray stretched from the sky to land, most likely drenching Crunchy husband as he walked back from getting Euros in Sandwich on his lunch break. Bummer. But, that’s what keeps the trees watered, the flowers blooming, the rivers flowing. So, you can’t complain. Well, I can. And I do. I am pretty good at it. But, deep inside I still appreciate it.
Today’s run
Distance: 5.2 miles
Time:47:52
Pace: 9:12 min/mile
Wednesday, 21st February 2007 at 17:47
“So, you can’t complain. Well, I can. And I do. I am pretty good at it.”
Ha ha! Me too! Somewhere in the neighborhood of six people have told me that I complain too much lately. I think I need to work on that. : )